Enslaved, Entrapped 14-16

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Chapter 14) Cleaning up


I knew I had gone too far. But I couldn’t help it. I had gone into a hypnotic ‘Domspace’. I would need to be careful and control myself next time. Even as I was looking at my slaves, delirious from the wasabi treatment, I felt calm, happy, elated and also slightly horny again. But I knew I would have to fix things. It was too much too quickly. They were in no state to go home. I had to clean up the mess I created. I called their home.


Their father took the call: “With Roger Graham.”
“Hey mister Graham, you’re speaking with Peter van Dyke” I answered.
“Yeah?” He asked, not sounding particularly interested.
“The employer of your daughters.”
Suddenly he became very interested: “Ohh yeah! Hi, nice to meet you! I hope they aren’t being too lazy!”
“No, no. Not at all! But, they are a little bit less quick than I had hoped, which is why I’m calling actually.”
“Oh, you want me to have a word with them? Just you wait till tomorrow, I’ll show you how fast they can get the job done!” It sounded like he wanted to whip them, luckily I had already taken care of that.
“Oh, thank you. But that won’t be necessary I think. They offered to stay and work some overtime. I thought that would be a good idea and offered them a room if they wanted to stay the night. And I was wondering if that would be alright with you.”
“Hmmm.” He didn’t sound very convinced, but I knew what would convince him.
“I’d pay them extra overtime of course.” I said nonchalantly.
He replied quickly and sounded very eager: “How much?”
“Double, of course.”
“Eh eh” He stammered. “That would be ok.”
“Excellent! Thanks so much mr. Graham!”
“You can call me Roger. Tell you what, Peter, you seem like an ok guy. I trust you. If you need them for anymore ‘overtime’ its fine in my book. Just let me know, alright?” I didn’t think he suspected what was going on, but the way he said ‘overtime’ sounded like he wouldn’t care anyway.
“Ok, will do! Thank you very much Roger!”
“You’re welcome!”


That was one hurdle out of the way, I thought as I took a relieved breath. It was good to know he would would agree to another overnight session. As long as he got his money, I thought to myself. Back to the slaves! When I came back in the dining room I saw both of them as I left them. They were in a trance-like state as they tried to ignore the pain radiating from their most sensitive of body parts. I released Tessa from the pillary and leg spreaders and took her to the toilet. She walked very stiffly as if her whole body hurt, but I guess that was kind of true. The session had taken such a toll that she didn’t barely responded when I talked to her. After she had done her business on the toilet I injected her with a powerful sedative which would knock her out cold for at least 10 hours. I laid her in the large bath and repeated the process with Danielle.


I started cleaning them. I took the gloves out of their asses and gave them a milk enema. Giving an enema to an unconscious person is quite messy, but I managed. I took special care to thoroughly flush their crotches with milk and yoghurt to neutralize the wasabi. Once they were all clean I took them to my bedroom.